"The Brown Snake" lyrics

"The Brown Snake"

Brown like my eyes
Cold in the river tonight
There's a hundred cities
Not as pretty as you
Yeah, you've always been there
Yeah, you always come through

But if I died and went to heaven
Then heaven would be this place
Maybe I'm smitten
Bitten by the brown snake

It winds around this country town
Sometimes a flood brings us to tears
It's in our blood
Through all the years I cut my heart
The brown snake, a work of art
A work of art

Brown like my skin
Where my first memories begin
It's never too late
To see the needle from Expo 88
It's always raining
Yeah, in the sunshine state

But if I died and went to heaven
Then heaven would be this place
Maybe I'm smitten
Bitten by the brown snake

It winds around this country town
Sometimes a flood brings us to tears
It's in our blood
Through all the years I cut my heart
The brown snake, a work of art
A work of art

It's in my blood
Through all the years I cut my heart
The brown snake, a work of art
A work of art


Thanks to Cossdog16 for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Alex Burnett, Thelma Plumbe, Oli Horton
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